It’s the smell of rain, I think to myself as I walk up Shady Av. I like walking, walking gives me time to think. My destination is the library, there is one in my neighborhood and it’s free so naturally it’s going to be one of my chosen escapes in this amazing place. It’s frigid windy and I forgot my pack of tissues in my bag at home. Well, perhaps the correct thing to say would be I forgot my bag all together. Hmmm… Forgot is the wrong word, laziness is the more operative term. Forgotten tissue means frozen nose, frozen nose means… This is not the intended direction for this post.
As I walk up the gravelled uneven sidewalk, I’m convinced that it’s the smell of rain. I haven’t smelled the rain or the coming of the rain in a long time and yet I’ve seen rain. A lot of rain.
Taking the left turn off Gayaza Road, there are no boda bodas in sight. The sky was rumbling and doing so rather loudly, any minute now she would let loose and it wouldn’t be a good idea to be in her path. The smell of her impending wrath was obvious when I started this journey on Kampala Road, but I’d been sending up desperate pleas the entire trip. Even when the Hmmmph, egenda kutonyas were whispered in the taxi, with all the faith and conviction I could muster, I rebuked and cancelled. I should have included the boda bodas in the prayer.
The breeze has her scent in it, rain that is.
That is probably the reason why the usual bodas guys are not here. The last time this happened, I was walking down from the Senate building at MUK (LOL! Yes, we have a senate building but it’s not what you think – I wonder if it’s still called that) and then people around me started running and I mean sprinting. I chose to stand still and look back instead of following the crowd – big mistake. H.u.g.e mistake! Soaked and drenched really do not really adeptly cover what happened next in this story, but it was the scent of rain that I’d missed.
The wind the blows your way and instinctively you know, rain is coming. Who taught you that that scent means rain? Why do we ran to take cover? Hmmm… Lol! Dumb question – who in life wants to get drenched?
We are more open and sensitive than we give ourselves credit for. Sometimes in life, it’s the simple things like this that engage or release the creative part of who we are. Those tiny quirks that add to our authenticity and make us who we are. In a different context, or out of our context, it might seem strange and something that we try to hide because it seems strange to someone else (because I mean come on, this is about to hit 500 words about the scent of rain and it’s not even a sonet – Nghihihih).
Don’t lose you because it fits someone else.
This post is part of April’s #UGBlogWeek – a week that Ugandan Bloggers come together to write under one theme. For this edition, the theme is Wakanda Africa Do You Envision. The first if it’s not clear: ‘[Awa]Kanda Africa’ is a spin off of ‘Our Kindda Africa’.
The second if it’s not clear (munange, never assume), the reason for this post is we have grown up “knowing things” things that may or may not have a scientific explanation and because they do not fit in cultured circles, we shun them. We shun them to fit in and in so doing, we lose a piece of ourselves – lol! I’m not being overly dramatic. Or perhaps I am…
Don’t lose the ‘kuku’ part of you for nada… Cluck Cluck as loud as you can… I see these chickens getting busy all up in my cage, I’m about to pluck two weeks, I’m up in my pay, Cluck, cluck, bodies rocking all up in my crib, Anybody want to know, the party’s still sick, Somebodies knocking, knocking, knocking at my door
Nghihihhihi, Ofcourse I couldn’t resist! If you do not know that song, consider visiting the unsubscribe section – WHAT?! This is my blog, I’m allowed to judge you – uh oooh, uh oh oh oh! … Just show a little love, represent your side like me… Lemme hear you say…
Lol! Lemme gerourra hia!
S/o to these four peeps (they are also the reason for me jumping onto the wagon) who have fearlessly taken on this blogging challenge – Pearl Hmmph (Tehehe, I can see you doing the hmmph in my head), Miti Pius, Kabiite, and Awori 😉 .
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